Hands off.
Hands on.
Heavy breathing.
Self deceiving.
I wake up hating myself.
Forcing a smile.
As I fall
I’ll rise.
Every day It’s getting worse
‘cause every night I’m getting hurt.
How can I tell you
if I can’t even tell myself.
All that is left is my ego and endless critique.
Hands off.
Hands on.

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